We attempted to play a Xena drinking game on Saturday — most of the girls seemed quite familiar with the show, and I caught more than a few episodes back when it was on after the X-Files. To be fair, I was usually delirious with exhaustion when I decided to stay up and watch.

A high point might have been calling Graham so that he could demonstrate ululation to a disbelieving audience. Or trying to describe to Patty how much different Gabrielle looks in later seasons.

The rules should be obvious to anyone who's seen a few episodes. Unfortunately, however, there was less hilarious craziness than anticipated and the night devolved into just a bunch of people watching Xena...

Afterwards I watched The Lady in the Water, and I'd like to think that I approached the movie with exactly the right attitude: I took it as a fairy tale with a bit of polish, a promising B-movie. Watching it with lowered expectations, I actually liked it.

I should probably be getting my stuff into boxes, but I've moved this same stuff so many times now that I don't feel like I need all week to prepare. Maybe tomorrow. This move has been approaching in slow motion for so long now that I just want it to be over, no more waiting, so that I can get settled again.